VEDA

I’ve been locked away in this fancy jail cell for two days now.

I think.

I pushed my dirty hair off my face and tried to remember. I was starting to lose track of time. Had it been longer? No, I don’t think so. Lack of sleep and very little food was making my brain foggy, but I thought it had only been two nights. Which made today the second full day I’d been here, and I was still alive.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I let them tear up, hoping it would bring me some relief from these goddamned contacts. The fucking things burned like I’d washed...